This tree is across the street from where we live. My neighbor, a couple of doors down, told me that crows live in that tree. It’s a virtual crow hotel. And though I could hear them cawing, while he was talking to me, I couldn’t see any of them.
There are crows a plenty in the neighborhood. I don’t look at them when I’m walking around because I don’t want to imprint my face in their memories like I did in Oakland. Crows have a tremendous face recognition. The ones in Oakland followed me around after a while in a very creepy sort of way – not flying like they should, but walking behind me on the sidewalk in big noisy gaggles like a gang waiting for an opportunity to hold me up at knifepoint for some corn or whatever it is they wanted.
So now, I try to keep my face toward the sidewalk when they are flying by in their large black gangs, but it’s hard. I want to know how come they are all over the place and are using that tree as headquarters. I did look up yesterday as one of them approached the tree, cawing the whole way. He landed on a lower branch and then hopped up into the trees innards where I couldn’t see him, as if he snuck in the back door. I could hear several of them cawing then, like “Glad to see back at the lodge, Buddy!”